Mood Swings

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Mood swings you know?
Bruh you know- you know what the f*ck I'm talking 'bout
You feel me?
It just be little shit
Piss a nigga off
I'ma flash out, no problem
You know me
You know me cuh
Come on
VVS like mood rings
We on some new things
Can't say how I'm feeling right now
'Cause this choppa got mood swings
Right or wrong
No I ain't gone flop
Sorry lil baby
but this ain't a prop
Applying pressure and it ain't gone stop
Go dumb lil shawty, don't stop
Road running to the bag can't stop
Twin 28s come shop
If I sit on the pack, Imma spend the re-up
Niggas get 'round bitches feel the need to t-up
Leave me alone I need some spacing
Before the love & hate start changing places
Start acting different
Different situations
Imma bag-getter, different type of patience
Money talk so it speak for itself
F*ck a nigga and a handout (F*ck em)
I want it, I get it myself
She wanna play? Smooth
Okay
We gone slide 'bout that
Twin hoes, thing 1 thing 2
F*ck a Cat-in-the-hat
Was playing the field
Now I'm running the field
Never question real, I feel what I feel
Pray for lil woodie tripping off the pill
Back on top we king of the hill
We backing it up, we ain't looking for clout
If we bagging it up then we getting it out
He talking stupid we shutting his mouth
School teacher boy we signing him out
I'm solid no matter the case
I'm fucking the bitch no matter the race
In the back finna face
In the back finna get me some face
Loyalty bigger than space
So if you cross me you know that we ending the day
It's too much money to play
Been having plays 'fore a lil nigga was paid
VVS like mood rings
We on some new things
Can't say how I'm feeling right now
'Cause this choppa got mood swings
Right or wrong
No I ain't gone flop
Sorry lil baby
but this ain't a prop
Applying pressure and it ain't gone stop
Go dumb lil shawty, don't stop
Road running to the bag can't stop
(Yea, yea) Niggas ain't sliding 'bout that paper
But they sliding 'bout that bitch
DEA pressed me in the terminal but ain't scared to take the risk
You can pray for that shit all you want
Ain't falling off for shit
Cause Imma boss, yea I ain't taking no loss
I can really put shit on the cross
I'm really me, yea this shit ain't no gimmick
I'll show you this shit when we meet
And these hoes fucking all these niggas
They wanna beef with me
I show love to all these niggas
But you won't catch me on no knee
Ask them killers 'bout me
Ask them robbers 'bout me (yea, yea)
Ask yo bitch about me
Ask them hoes about me (yea, yea)
Ask yo homies 'bout me
They know 1Stop get to work
I done crossed path with all these folk
But I can't lie shawty this the worst
Hmmmmmm
I can't believe how this shit came
I count it 'til my thumb hurts
Hmmmmmm
I did this shit all by myself
You play I show you this bitch burst
I just tried to keep the peace
I ain't mean for shit to go like this
Like if you know me then you know how many hoes I hit
Too many be catching some feelings
Too many be catching a vibe
These 7.62s go through shit and I don't want you to be on the other side

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